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Dah bwoy kin blow! she ah! na marin, oh! nah sun time, oh! nah evenin, oh! nah middle night, oh! all same no make pussin sleep. Not ebry bit dat, more lib da! One Boney bwoy lib oberside nah he like blow bugle. When dem two woh- woh bwoy blow dem ting de nize too much too much. When white man blow dat ting and pussin sleep he kin tap wah make dem bwoy carn do so?
Singleton was named Boney Young; he had a brother named Charles, who trained for the colonel's brother, John Singleton. Charles was a good man, but Boney our trainer, was as mean as Charles was good; he could smile in the face of one who was suffering the most painful death at his hands.
Do you carry bridges in y'r pockets, too, Wayland?" asked the old man, as the Ranger gave a long prod that sent the raft grating ashore. "What story?" asked Wayland. "Oh, Boney came to a river too deep for swimming cavalry. General ordered engineer fellow to get 'em across! Man began to draw maps.
"Royalist prigants, serr!" shouted a corpulent German doctor, connected with mines in the neighbourhood, who retained fierce recollections of having been robbed of a "boney, capitalest of boneys for crossing a mountain." I told the doctor I was about to trust to luck, and set out on foot if I could persuade nobody to provide me with a vehicle. "Serr, you air mad, foolish mad," said the doctor.
It was some other impulse that twitched his lips as he made reply. "Whatever you say is law." "Thanks! I'm duly grateful. Do you mind wiping my forehead? I'm too lazy to move. Boney, old chap, he's a well-behaved youngster on the whole. What do you want to bait him for?" "Because I'm a jealous devil," Nap said through his teeth. "Oh, rats, dear fellow! We are not talking in parables.
You're a bit of a savage, I know, but " "More than that," threw in Nap. "No no! You can hold yourself in if you try. And why jealous, anyway? We're all brothers. Say, Boney, I'm going to hurt you infernally. You hit the youngster below the belt. It was foul play." "What can you expect?" muttered Nap. "I expect better things. If you must be a beast, be a clean beast.
You are doing it to save me pain, but before God, Boney you are torturing me in the doing far more than you realise. I'd sooner die ten times over than endure it. I can bear most things, but not this not this!" Silence followed the words, a silence that was vital with many emotions. Nap stood upright against the lamplight.
His country's fear of invasion by the French afforded the seafaring man the chance of the century. Pitt's Quota Bill put good money in his pocket at the expense of his liberty, but in Admiral Sir Home Popham's great scheme for the defence of the coasts against Boney and his flat-bottomed boats he scented something far more to his advantage and taste. From the day in 1796 when Capt.
"And even as 'tis we all look a little scammish beside him. But in the year four 'twas said there wasn't a finer figure in the whole South Wessex than I, as I looked when dashing past the shop-winders with the rest of our company on the day we ran out o' Budmouth because it was thoughted that Boney had landed round the point.
Boney Young drank, too, but not so hard as Charles. He lived until just after the late war, and, while walking one day through one of the streets of the above named city, dropped dead, with what was supposed to have been heart disease. Boney had a mulatto woman, named Moriah, who had been originally brought from Virginia by negro traders, but had been sold to several different masters later.
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